I'm Fresh

[Intro]

Yeah, Webby

Ha

[Chorus]

I'm fresh, I'm fly

So damn high

I'm fresh, I'm fly

So damn high

I'm fresh, I'm fly

So damn high

I'm fresh, I'm fly

So damn high

I'm fresh, I'm fly

So damn high

[Over Chorus Spoken by Chris]

You see I'm fresh but, um

Y'know I'm not like everybody else

Y'know, I don't got a flashy car, I don't got these big chains

But, um, I'm still fresh, y'know

[Verse 1]

I'm fresh, motherfucker, I just hopped up out the tub

Rollin' bud, spittin' on the mic until they pull the plug

Paul Rudd, 'cos to all of these kids I'm like a role model

I teach 'em how to twist a J and chug a whole bottle

I'm a monster, I hope I didn't startle ya

Tryna get my profits in the green like a gardener

Beamer, Benz or Bentley, Webby's only get an Ultima

Paint peeling off the hood, bumper hangin' off the front

Interior smelling like Bogeys and Blunt Dust

But my little dump truck'll ride 'til the sun's up

Ferrari's and Jag's, got all these gettin' chicks wet

But I'm having trouble just tryna pass the admission test

Cigarettes and gas money and I'm over budget

Guess I gotta borrow a 20$ from mom, fuck it

Some people whip in Lamborghini's, going so swiftly

But my pedals on the floor and I'm barely pushin' 50

I'm fresh, ha-ha

[Chorus]

I'm fresh, I'm fly

So damn high

I'm fresh, I'm fly

So damn high

I'm fresh, I'm fly

So damn high

I'm fresh, I'm fly

So damn high

I'm fresh, I'm fly

So damn high

[Verse 2]

I'm that skinny white dude who spits every time he's standing out

Only rapper still living in his parent's house

I'm going in as soon as someone turns the beat on

Oh yeah, you're Pitbull's mean, well so's my Bijon

I got probation coming in a month now

Cop's yelling at me 'Webby please put the blunt down!'

Used to work as Leslie's Pool Supplies to bring in dough

And I should probably start again, 'cos goddamn I'm broke

How many other dudes can come in a wreck this shit

And grew up in the burbs of Connecticut

I'ma beast and I'm always doing me

Brain-dead, pot-head with that A.D.D

So try to call me corny (stupid bitch) I still spit it true

And chances are I bang way more chicks than you (true)

I'm doin' shows so who's the idiot now

When I see your mom, little sister and your bitch in the crowd

I'm fresh

[Chorus]

I'm fresh, I'm fly

So damn high

I'm fresh, I'm fly

So damn high

I'm fresh, I'm fly

So damn high

I'm fresh, I'm fly

So damn high

I'm fresh, I'm fly

So damn high

[Verse 3]

Optimus Rhyme, yeah I'm that dude

I got a lot of lyrics, and stupid tattoos

I went to private school, college shirts and doctors

Didn't make honors, sold weed up out my locker

They kicked me out of Hofstra, now all I got is rapping

Can drop a mean verse but can barely do subtraction

Stay true to myself when I'm rhyming and it's clear

The only thing fake about me is the diamond in my ear, I'm here

So dirty I leave your region in fear

It's Chris Webby, not that other seasonal beer

That was a joke, Sam Adams, relax

But I'm keystone nice, the ultimate 30 racks

It's a fact from the burbs never whipping out a gat brother

The only time I pull a hammer is when I'm playing Super Smash Brothers

My bank account's about as low as my gas tank

But I'm fresh, and I'm fly, if you don't believe me ask Banks

[Chorus]

I'm fresh, I'm fly

So damn high

I'm fresh, I'm fly

So damn high

I'm fresh, I'm fly

So damn high

I'm fresh, I'm fly

So damn high

I'm fresh, I'm fly

So damn high